Page 8 of He Sees You When You're Sleeping

There it is.

I whimper at his words, aching for more of them. I need the harsh words, the bite of pain from a whip or his open palm. I need more.

“Hit me,” I gasp. “Hurt me.”

He pauses, his eyes slowly trailing up to meet mine. “Hurt you?” he repeats, and I nod.

“I want you to leave your mark on me,” I mutter. His smile is evil as he pulls away, sitting back on his knees.

“Remember you asked for it,” he says, his voice gentle. I swallow thickly at the dark promise in the words, but excitement overrides any other feelings.

“I want it,” I tell him. Slowly, he stands, the hard-on in his pants thicker and harder than before.

God, how will he fit inside me?

I have no time to dwell on it before he pulls the stack of candy canes from me, then moves to the reins on my ankles. He undoes them, letting my legs fall to the sleigh floor. I groan at the ache in my hips as he moves to my wrists.

I let myself enjoy the freedom, even if my joints hurt like hell. Reaching up, I rub the ache from my shoulders, then do the same to my hips.

He moves around at my side, but I pay him no attention. I should've, though. Because before I even realize what’s happening, something rough is wrapped around my neck and pulled tight. I claw at it, my eyes wide as I peer up at Santa. He’s back lit, his face shadowed.

He doesn't look like an angel anymore—he looks like the Devil.

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The fear in her eyes shouldn’t be such a turn on, but it is. She claws at the strip of garland around her throat, and I tug harder on it, forcing her to stand from the bench seat on the massive red sleigh. Her face flushes as she stumbles forward, her legs likely sore from being tied up and spread apart.

But she wanted pain, she wanted me to hurt her, and what she wants, she gets.

“Kneel.” I snap and point at the floor. Her eyes flash with something—not annoyance, but something hot. They glaze over as she drops to her knees, and instead of looking up at me like I expected, she keeps her gaze trained on the floor.

It’s an act of submission, and it’s not something I take lightly.

I tug on the garland leash, watching as she drops forward onto her hands. She crawls forward; the snow sticking to the palms of her hands. I circle her, taking in her body from every angle. Her pussy is still glistening, soaked from the attention I’d given it.

Reaching over, I grab the candy canes from the sleigh and unwrap the rest of them. I hold all thirteen in my fist as I drop to a knee. These were the thickest candy canes I could find, andstill, I don’t think they’ll be big enough to stretch her to my full size.

“Ready for more, little elf?” I ask, dragging my hand over her ass. When she doesn’t immediately answer, I bring my palm down in a harsh smack. “I asked you a question.”

She whimpers, and the sound is so fucking pathetic, it makes my cock ache. It’s been hard since the second she passed out in my arms, and I’m desperate for relief.

“I’m ready,” she says breathlessly.

I don’t warn her as I slide six candy canes back inside her. She cries out, her teeth clenched tightly together. Instead of working her up like I know I likely should, I press three more inside her, watching as her pussy stretches around them.

I hook my finger around the canes and pull them out before shoving them back in. Her pussy contracts around the sticks, weeping with her arousal. I drag my finger through it, and bring her wetness to my lips, groaning at the minty, musky flavor.

I press the rest of the candy canes in, and lean back to stare at all thirteen sticking out of her cunt. It’s almost comical, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Gripping them in my fist, I fuck her hard and fast, grinning at the way she cries out with each brutal thrust. “Santa!” she screams, tossing her head back, blonde hair flying. I tug on the garland, forcing her spine to arch until she's in an unnatural position.

It gives me an idea, and I grin. “You’re going to love this,” I mutter. I tie the garland around the candy canes, watching as it tightens around her throat. She tries to move her head forward, but when the candy canes fuck into her deeper, she freezes.

Getting to my feet, I bring my hand down on her ass again, over and over, spanking her until her skin turns the prettiest shade of red. She gasps, her sobs caught in her throat. Thesounds she’s making—my cock aches for release. I can’t take it anymore.

I can tell she wants to move around, but there’s no way for her to without choking herself or fucking herself deeper. She’s stuck.

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